countless transmigratory beings
organes des canales
space is where all the good stuff is happening
wonder
japan charity concert #2, copenhagen
the mighty sea
the mighty sea will consume all the plastic.
making breaking aging.
we find it hard so hard to leave.
emptitude
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the knife and the swan
i lost my army knife.
i left it in a swan.
the swan got up and ran.
(for fly it no longer can.)
room poem #1
one bomb here.
one bomb there.
flowers in the window.
we lie.
come
dear friend
come to our house
let us paint
reindeers and
deserts and
milky ways
in heavy red oil.
there are too many things but we can lose them.
so there ll be space for sounds.
it is just a place but you are good.
so please come.
most
… of what i do, i do to please a “someone”, mostly a projected “someone”.
the meaning of things going wrong is
here we sit
in anticipation.
prince and princess –
oiled bodies,
scented lobes.
as the sweet little things
toil away in pain –
joints bursting,
muscles snapping.
oh sweet little fools:
bring us your one song!
read us your ultimate verse!
as your worlds collapse
and all hope is gone:
everything is fine.
disillusion is birth.
happy never made us happy anyway.
you can be everything
as everything is your own
the only thing you cannot be
is low.
all
all my friends are in soundland.